Learning Patience and Some Updates

Okay, so a while back, I wrote about trying garlic on the wart that had developed on my third toe. It hasn't seemed to work very well. Then again, I'm not quite sure how long a wart takes to heal. I guess I get impatient and am always looking for a quick fix. I did notice that the garlic began to peel away slight layers of skin around the wart so my guess is that perhaps it's not getting under the top callused layer where the infection is concentrated deeper in the skin. My cousin Ursula (another of my Go Natural buddies) has suggested a slightly different concoction that includes the garlic but also includes apple cider vinegar and cayenne pepper. So my next step is to try that. Please do share if you have any other ideas out there in the blog world. I'm open to anything.

As for the Relearning to See progress. It has been about a week and a half now and I've noticed my eyesight has improved but it is still too slight to say it works significantly. I am however coming to a better understanding that my life may very well be out of balance. Once again, I am not very patient. But I find that quick fixes are not really fixes at all so perhaps the Lord is trying my patience. I do notice that I'm the kind of person that easily gets stressed out at the silliest of things. I need to further develop my practice of breathing and letting go. This is not easy for me. I do believe it might also be slightly genetic. Not that I am blaming my parents but I have noticed in the past that on my Dad's side of the family, they have a tendency to carry very solemn and serious expressions on their countenances. It used to be funny to me because my siblings and I always used to ask my Dad, "Dad, why are you so upset?" to which his response would be, "I'm not upset." And his furrowed brow would quickly vanish and lines and creases of a more mellow expression would take its place. But his tendency to furrow his brow has always seemed to settle into his face whether he is happy, sad, bored or really upset. It doesn't seem to change. This leads me to believe that he's the kind of person that has somehow learned how to cope living with the stress he carries. In some ways, I think I might have the same tendency. I've noticed this in not just my own expressions but also in my son's. Then I wonder if it may not be something that is learned and picked up as children. My little girl doesn't seem to have this as much. Granted, they have a very smiley dad. My husband always seems to have a smile on his face even when he's upset. So in this, he's exactly the opposite. Who knows. I'm just throwing ideas out there. But maybe, sometime in my past as a young child, I've learned to cope with my own stresses of life and have somehow carried them on my face and within the muscles of my eyes. Again, just more ideas. I do recall many times people would ask me why I was so serious all the time. In middle school one day, I can even remember over-hearing a group of girls snickering about how they thought I was stuck-up. I remember feeling somewhat puzzled and deeply wounded by such a comment. All my life I was a quiet person. I was even voted most shy in both my middle school and high school yearbooks. I guess I figured that was all people thought of it. But perhaps it was an expression I carried externally that I was unaware of, in much the same manner that my father still does to this day. I think I've lightened up a lot since and learned to be more outspoken. But that may not change the fact that somehow I subconsciously may still carry extra tension on my face.

I think the main idea I am trying to get to is that I need to focus on letting go of excess tension before I can maim this experiment a complete failure. I can't give up yet and am inclined not to simply because I do have moments of clarity. My healing is not going to be a quick one if it really does work. So today, in a world that has become so fast-paced and adjusted to the quick fix, I pray for patience. I pray for patience and for the Lord to continue taking me by the hand and showing me the way.

These scriptures have inspired me to continue with this experiment with an extra focus on the words in verses 6 and 9 : 2 Peter 1:5-10.

In the meantime, your prayers for me to learn a little more patience would be helpful. Even if the experiment fails, I could definitely use a little more patience.